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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.