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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Wings,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti 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.