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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.