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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.