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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.