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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.