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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.