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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Wire,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
the Slits,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.