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 Tanzania 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.