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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.