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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.