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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Faust,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.