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 Netherlands 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.