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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.