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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.