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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.