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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.