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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.