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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.