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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.