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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Fall,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.