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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.