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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
MC5,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.