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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.