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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.