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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.