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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.