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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.