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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Qualms,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
ABC,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.