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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
X-102,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.