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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.