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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.