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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.