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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.