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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.