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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Josef K to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.