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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.