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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Brick,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.