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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.