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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.