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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.