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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Franke,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
PIL,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.