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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
New Order,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.