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 United States and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.