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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Gong,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.