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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.