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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.