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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.