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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.