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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Magazine,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.