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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.