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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the techno 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.