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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.