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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Crime,
Faust,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.