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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cramps to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.