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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
MC5,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.