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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
UT,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.