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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.