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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.