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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
The Index,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.