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 Armenia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.