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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Franke,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.