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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Cure to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.