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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.