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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.