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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.