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 Macedonia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.