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 Rwanda 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.