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 Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.