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 Oman 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.