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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.