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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.