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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.