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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Television,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.