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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.