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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Q65,
John Cale,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.