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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.