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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 John Foxx 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.