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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
DNA,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Ludus,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.