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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.