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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Organ,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.