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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.