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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Inner City,
PIL,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.