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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
X-102,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.