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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.