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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.