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 Mozambique 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.