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 Belize 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
AZ,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.