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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.