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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 808 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.