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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.