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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.