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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.