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 France and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.