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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.