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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.