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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Stetsasonic to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.