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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.