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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.