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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Visage,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.