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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.