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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.