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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.