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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.