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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
PIL,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.