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 Austria and from Milan.
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 Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.