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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
The Motions,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.