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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the crunk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.