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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.