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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.