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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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