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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.