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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Smog,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.