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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.