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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.