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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.