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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Audionom,
Pole,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.