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 Burkina 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.