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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.