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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.