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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.