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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.