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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.