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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.