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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.