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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.