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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Japan,
Aswad,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.