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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.