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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.