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 Turkey 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.