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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.