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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Crime,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Index,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.