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 Vietnam and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.