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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Neu!,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.