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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.