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 Bolivia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.