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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
John Holt,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.