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 Poland 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.