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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Fear,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.