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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Slits,
Nico,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.