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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.