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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.