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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.