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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.