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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Hashim,
10cc,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.