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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.