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 Germany 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.