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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Mars,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Can,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.