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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.