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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.