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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.