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 France and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.