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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.