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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol 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?
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.