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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Unwound,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.