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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Jandek to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Busters,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.