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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.