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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.