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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.