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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Hashim,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.