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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Skaos,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.