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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.