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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.