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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.