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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Television,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.