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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.