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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Shoche,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
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Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.