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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.