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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the funk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.