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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
AZ,
Pole,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.