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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.