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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.