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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.