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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
the Association,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.