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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.