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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.