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 Macedonia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.