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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.