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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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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.