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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 ABBA 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.