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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kas Product to the electroclash 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.