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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.