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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Skatalites to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.