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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.