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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 snare 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.