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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.