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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.