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 Turkmenistan 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.