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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.