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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.