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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Q65,
10cc,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.