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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Technova,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.