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 Laos and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Pole,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.