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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.