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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Franke,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
CMW,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.