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 Tunisia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.