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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sister Nancy 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.