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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.