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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 clarinet 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.