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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.