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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.