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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
The Index,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.