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 Iran 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.