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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.