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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.