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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Television,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.