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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.