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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.