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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.