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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.