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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.