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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
The Names,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.