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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.