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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Television,
Hoover,
Fear,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.