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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.