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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.