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 Indonesia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.