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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.