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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.