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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.