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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.