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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake 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?
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.