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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Television,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.