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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
PIL,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.