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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.