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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.