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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.