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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.