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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.