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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.