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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Unwound,
DNA,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.