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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.