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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.