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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
The Evens,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
CMW,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.