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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Motorama,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.