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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.