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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.