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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.