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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! 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?
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
New Order,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.