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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.