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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 guitar 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.