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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.