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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.