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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Erasure,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.