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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.