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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.