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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Television,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.