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 Italy and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Fear,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.