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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.