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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.