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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.