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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.