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 Vietnam 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.