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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Little Man to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.