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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC 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?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.