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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
CMW,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.