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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.