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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.