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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Organ,
The Move,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.