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 Qatar 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
June Days,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.