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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.