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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.