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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.