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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
The Zeros,
JFA,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.