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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Gong,
UT,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.