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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.