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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
10cc,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.