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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Brick,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.