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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Index,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.