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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.