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 Turkey 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.