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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.