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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.