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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.