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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 The Leaves to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.