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 Senegal 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.