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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.