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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.