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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.