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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.