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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Oneida,
JFA,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.