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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Associates to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.