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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.