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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.