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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.