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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.