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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.