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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.