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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.