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 Brunei and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.