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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Gong,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.