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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.