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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.