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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.