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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.