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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Cameo,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.