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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Index,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.