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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Zeros,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.