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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
DNA,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.