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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Index,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.