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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
UT,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.