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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.