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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.