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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.