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 Albania 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
X-102,
CMW,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.