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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.