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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.