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 Denmark 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.