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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.