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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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.