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 France and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
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Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.