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 Armenia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.