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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
The Motions,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.