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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.