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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Mars,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.