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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.