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 Qatar 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.