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 Tajikistan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.