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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.