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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.