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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Association to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.