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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.