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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Faust,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.