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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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.