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 Cameroon 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
John Cale,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.