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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.