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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.