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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.