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 Burundi 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
UT,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.