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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.