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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
ABC,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.