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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.