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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.