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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.