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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.