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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.