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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.