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 Dominica 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
AZ,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.