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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.