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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Pere Ubu 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.