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 Liechtenstein 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Scientists to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.