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 Slovakia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.