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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.