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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.