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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
New Order,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.