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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Monks,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.