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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.