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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.