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 Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.