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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.