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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.