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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.