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 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Magma,
The Standells,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.