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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.