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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.