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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the dance 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.