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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
EPMD,
The Slits,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.