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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.