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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.