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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Music Machine 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.