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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.