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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.