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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.