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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.