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 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.