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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.