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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fuzztones 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Rakim,
John Cale,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.