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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.