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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.