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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.