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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.