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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.