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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.