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 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
ABC,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.