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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Shoche,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.