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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
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 John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.