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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.