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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.