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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.