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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 J.B.'s to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.