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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.