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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
X-101,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
UT,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.