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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.