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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.