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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
The Sound,
New Order,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.