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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
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.