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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.