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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.