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 Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.