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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 sitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.