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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the dance 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.