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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.