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 Liberia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Q65,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.