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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.