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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.