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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.