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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.