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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Pole,
The Vogues,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.