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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Section 25,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.