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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.