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 Swaziland 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.