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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.