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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.