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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.