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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.