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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels 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?
Japan,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.