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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.