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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.