Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.