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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.