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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.