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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.