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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Can,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.