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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Litter 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Smog,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.