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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.