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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.