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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.