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 Burkina and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.