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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.