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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.