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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.