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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.