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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Martian 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.