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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.