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 Slovenia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
The Busters,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.