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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.