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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
cv313,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.