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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.