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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.