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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Count Five,
Model 500,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.