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 Russia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.