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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.