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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.