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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.