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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.