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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.