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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance 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?
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
ABC,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.