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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.