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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Faust,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.