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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.