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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.