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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.