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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.