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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.