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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.