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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.