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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.