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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.