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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.