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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Smoke to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.