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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.