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 Seychelles 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.