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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Brick,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.