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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.