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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Technova,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.