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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.