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 Somalia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.