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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.