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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
June Days,
Roxette,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.