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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.