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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Can to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.