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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Tubeway Army 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.