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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 JFA to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.