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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.