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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.