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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.