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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.