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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Sam Rivers to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.