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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.