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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.