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 Bhutan 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.