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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.