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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.