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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.