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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Pole,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.