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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.