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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Model 500,
The Monks,
AZ,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.