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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.