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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.