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 United States 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
The Names,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.