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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.