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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
The Martian,
10cc,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.