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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.