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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Index to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.