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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
The Move,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.