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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.