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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.