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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Lalann,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.