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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.