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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.