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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.