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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.