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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.