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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.