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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Magma,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.