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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Hashim,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.