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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.