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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Inner City,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.