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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.