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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.