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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.