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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.