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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.