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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.