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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.