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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Swans,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.