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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.