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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
CMW,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.