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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.