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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.