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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.