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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.